Thank You (feat. Grand National)

Thank you
You showed me love
Thank you
You hated on me
Thank you
Thank you
You talkin down
Thank you
Its all inspirational
Im grateful
Thank you
Thank you
Swear to God on mamas
I'm the one
The Lord chose me
A prophet aint accepted
In his hometown they know me
I guess we proved em wrong with all the love yall den showed me

Right back I left something
You heard what who said something
Aint say it to me I aint worried about it
When Im gone I'll be buried without it
That shit petty
Positive vibes we on some love shit
Kindness for weakness
You disrespect we on some thug shit
Minding my business
Life aint easy its a challenge
Never fall off I got balance
I'm so dope I got talent
I'm so fresh nigga stylish
Think otherwise you childish
Chris McCain been a fly nigga
Ask about him
Now go straight a little bit
Then make a civil right
On MLK ave
I dont do this shit for likes
You know my comfort zone
Is my old school zone
Ye-yeah Im coming home
Thats where they lay my tombstone
How a nigga so dope and he aint blew yet
OKC yes
NYC No
LA O-K-
L-A-H-O-M-A
Republican state
Black power rockin kente
Used his hometown for an excuse
Lack accountabilty
Kendrick J.Cole yall cant belittle me
They aint as ill as me
Play the beat for 30 mins
Imma go in wont write shit
Was doing that before i heard of Jay Z
On my kids
Life is a bitch
Then you lifeless thats it
No matter how real it gets
All my guys with the shits
I spread love everday
Thats how i play
They want smoke
I got some real killers a phone call away

They hate to see you locked in
Younger days we were lost boys
Pistol play what they mentioning
So everybody got lost boys
You den felt this pain before
So many names I know
I just grab the dice and roll
Like the coldest game I know
Grab it by the horns
How I'm in this bitch
Every verse a thorn
It's Leviticus
Pray none of my niggas switch
Nintendos like it's 96
Extendo when they empty clips
Windows you can see bout six
Holes through you yo cervix
Feeling like Sunday service
Step back like Doncic
Face a nigga no problem
Graduated wit honors
Hustle been my mantra
You can ask my mama
Used to push that Honda
Now all we see is commas
Like

Thank you
You showed me love
Thank you
You hated on me
Thank you
Thank you
You talkin down
Thank you
Its all inspirational
Im grateful
Thank you
Thank you
Swear to God on mamas
I'm the one
The Lord chose me
A prophet aint accepted
In his hometown they know me
I guess we proved em wrong with all the love yall den showed me

Thank you
You showed me love
Thank you
You hated on me
Thank you my nigga
Thank you
You talkin down
Thank you
Its all inspirational
Im grateful
Thank you
Thank you
Swear to God on mamas
I'm the one
The Lord chose me
A prophet aint accepted
In his hometown they know me
I guess we proved em wrong with all the love yall den showed me



Credits
Writer(s): Sherman Johnson, Ronnie Johnson Jr
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